“When you said you weren’t coming back, I had to bite my tongue to stop from speaking my heart. You said I wasn’t there for you, that I wasn’t in tune with what you were feeling.Maybe if you wanted white bread, you should have asked for it initially? Or when I set the food on your table? Or one of the other dozen times I was within ten feet of you? I guess I took it for granted you would ask for what you wanted, rather than just ream me out over it once you’d eaten everything but the bread. Please just promise me that you’ll be true to your word. Don’t ever come back. Your husband can though, he was cool.” – Unspoken Server Rage, Esquire